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Message: <blockquote data-quote="wings" data-source="post: 1806382" data-attributes="member: 9628">Speaking of horses...Aerda grins, flipping the dagger over his hand before placing it back on the rack he picked it from. He also buys some general adventuring supplies at this store or another before they leave the market area. When the need for mounts were expressed, he figured now was a good a time as any to call his own steed. He shrugged Astrule off of his shoulder, which instead took roost on a sign post as Aerda moved into the street. Closing his eyes to slits, he summoned magic energies there in the middle of the street, enjoying the side-effect of the commoners moving away in a surprised rush.His clothing rustles as his hands grip the shapeless air before him, a soft glow building as his whispered incantation echoes off of every surface, forming a string of ominous syllables. The wind picks up slightly, affecting those near him as well before a neigh is heard on the wind, and over the crest of the hill a night-coloured horse appears, with a fine black saddle and all accoutrements. Aerda grins as he climbs up onto the called steed, "Who pays for horses?"</blockquote>